digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
The Bog of Sedate amid Collecting
44 hatchings drift over the ground, some touching, most keeping their distance. Against the muted teal ground, no two of them share a colour.
Each piece is generated once, straight from a formula, and never remade. The lines land wherever the math puts them; the colour falls where chance decides. Nothing on this wall is a print or a copy. What hangs here now will be gone before you think to look again, and something that has never existed will take its place.
Wednesday
140 works so far 9,080 shapes
Hung today, 14 October · leaves the wall on 21 October.
When Solemn-warm Border outside Abiding
When the Harmonious Alabaster over Swelling
The Bay of Sagacious on Tilling
Chiming Air beneath Ensouling
Ocherous Canyon in Forging
Weighted Acre onto Flowing
Tranquil Atoll beyond Echoing
Lean Bog underneath Filling
Intact Basin off the Anchoring
The Border betwixt Autumnal Knotting
When the Earthbound Atoll of Standing
Glistening Aura Around Hovering
Clay-rolled Bluff opposite Enclosing
When the True Acre round Joining
When the Loamy Bog outside Sharing
The Subtle Acre underneath Measuring
When Copper Canyon after Harboring
The Bay upon Forthcoming Engraving
The Glassy Blaze beneath Crystallizing
What the Pragmatic Bog over Returning
When Forthright Border beneath Sharing
The Matronly Bluff into Calming
When Genuine Canyon despite Knotting
The Bog opposite Equable Climbing
One line. One moment. Never again.
Every work on this wall comes out of code and chance. Nothing is traced from a template, and no filter is laid over it afterwards. An algorithm takes a new random start for every picture and lets the uncertainty do the rest.
The works are made live through the day, one every few minutes, from carefully balanced parameters. Shapes unfold, colours shift and lines cross in ways nobody can predict, and nobody can repeat them either. The rules are strict and the outcome is open, which is why some pictures look as if they had chosen their own path.
Nothing is edited and nothing is made twice. Each picture is what one run of the program produced, and it exists in that one version only. That makes every piece here one of a kind, a fingerprint left by the code: precise and random at the same time, and not made to last.
Whether you collect, make things yourself or just like rhythm in a picture, stop here for a moment. What you find will be gone soon, and nothing quite like it will come back.
Each work is made once and never copied. Go and find yours.